naim looks back up, a little smile now himself. he feels drawn to him, like in a way that he wants to grab him and kiss him silly. it makes him feel so weird and tingly inside. he wants to pinpoint why he's feeling this way. it makes him crazy knowing he's already (+)
he was still smiling, and he wasnβt even too sure why considering the other male didnβt exactly give him something to be all smiley about.
he really was a closed book, one he really wanted to dive into +
someone and they die. so he's kinda glad he doesn't have those urges. especially with how pretty the other is.
"yeah, drinks sound nice. a little boring though, sometimes fights can be fun. a little..exhilarating."
he gives a little grin now, standing up from the bench (+)
he'll become the shy - est boy in the world. hearing him call him pretty is what he needs to hear again. "thank you." he mumbles, now taking great joy in staring at the ground.
naim never thought he would ever find someone he seems to connect with. he didn't think he'd be the type to consider dating. he thought he'd be alone until the cops catch him or one of his next victims kill him first. but now in this moment, just staring at the other with (+)
he couldnβt quite crack the code of the other, there was something about him that felt like a magnetic pull, but a dangerous push of βstay away heβs troubleβ all at the same time.
levi liked danger. he always found +
a blush coats his cheeks, looking away rather shyly now. he doesn't know how this guy could have such a hold on him for only knowing him for a few minutes now. what is wrong with him!? he's a killer! not a shy little baby! . . .but with the guy he doesn't even know his name (+)
crap out of people before killing them. /that/ amuses him.
once he's mostly cleaned off, he bats his eyelashes giving the most charming smile he can give. "you think i'm pretty?" he asks, hands holding his face in a little 'tada! it's me!' .
he kept watching him work, eyes never leaving him. he's never been fascinated by a man's beauty before. well .. he's gay, known forever, but no one's caught his eye like the other now has. he doesn't like it, not one bit. (+)
even though he asked if that was alright, he was still continuing because he really did want to pin point his wounds and help him.
he didnβt enjoy when people seemed like they were in trouble and pain +
"haha, very funny, mister jokester." he pretends to laugh, rolling his eyes. he's not amused in the slightest, well. . . .okay, maybe he's a little amused. halloween is his go to kill time, the whole month of october truly. he loves dressing as ghostface, and scaring the (+)
be such a waste to kill him. especially since he seems to care so much.
"yeah, it's okay. it's fine." he mumbles, nodding. he's never going to say no to him. he's secretly hoping he'll see him again.
he watches him work, wanting to melt into the touches. he truly does. god, he can't already be like this. he knows he won't see him again, so why is he wanting to give into touches? he's supposed to be the cruel hearted one, who kills anyone who looks at him the wrong way . (+)
now heβs shifting himself so he could start cleaning his face, the tissue he would dampen with some water he had left from his bottle, taking a moment before he started swiping the damp tissue across his face. blood was lethal +
hell has been through him. going through him at the age of six. making him have a fake leg. giving him so many reasons to hate people. giving him so many reasons to kill.
still watching levi, naim knows he will never kill him. he's too nice to be killed, too pretty. it would (+)